All that my eyes desired I did not refuse them. I did not withhold my heart from any pleasure, for my heart was pleased because of all of my labor and this was my reward for all my labor. Thus I considered all my activies which my hands had done and the labor which I had exerted, and behold all was vanity and striving after wind and there was no profit under the sun.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Once upon a time, there was a girl. And she did have good characterisitcs. She was beautiful, compassionate, modest, talented, intelligent... and very very humble. But sometimes, she would do incredibly stupid things. For example: Drink coffee after 7:30 PM. Her father asked her if she wanted any. She wasn't in the least bit tired, so she knew she didn't need a caffeine rush. And she knew she had to get up early to go to school, so she knew she didn't want to lie in bed and count the ceiling dots. And she knew she shouldn't... but like I said before, she could be really really dumb sometimes. And sooo.... she drank it. It was delicious. The dark mug warmed her chilly hands, and the steam made her face flush. Her throat burned, in a nice, late night fire kind of way. And she studied and enjoyed the sensations.

And then, because she wasn't moving around at all, but was only curled up with an ATI book... her heartbeat kicked it up a notch. Her blood raced, almost audibly through her veins, and she's pretty dang sure her pupils dilated. But she got way more studying done than she thought she would. But now, it's nearly midnight and wide awake doesn't even come close to explaining the alertness of her brain.

Try 5 grande cups of coffee at a coffee-shop with nothing to do but read Dante's Inferno and Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, sitting still in a cushy couch-chair for 3 straight hours...not to mention spending enough money on coffee to buy a new dress...and having to drive home 15 minutes by yourself with a heart rate of 26573 and nothing to listen to but Relient K (which kicks your heart rate up another notch.)

Interestingly enough...I do not drink coffee...but one of the few times I have tried it was in 10th grade at 3am while having to memorize the prologue to Canterbury Tales...and it worked...I can recite it 90mph to this day (12 years later). We didn't have Reliant K back then...but we had The Ramones...and that pretty much does the same thing. -chall

Amy! I forget you have a blog...but it will never happen again. You are hilarious and I totally fill ya on the coffee...blunder. Do it myself all the time and indeed end up counting the ceiling dots and praying God will be merciful and let me sleep. Hope all is well and that I will get to see you over the holidays